Violet Rescue

Day 1. The event in the window beside me.

I have a hideaway. A place all my own. The rooftop of the apartment complex, which I live, in New York. I was up there today and I could see clearly into a window in the building adjacent to my own. I thought about how buildings from the outside all look the same. A house looks the same on the outside, but the stories on the inside are so much more intricate. I see balloons in the window and a cake on the table with some hats around it. I stayed on the rooftop a little bit longer and kept staring the room that begin to fill with children about 13. I didn't know who lives in that apartment.What I expected was a little 13 year old girl. This is her 13th birthday. And then I start imagining what she must have wanted for her birthday. And then I started to think of how we just assume things about others. So I decided to assume the best of her. I wanted to assume that she was a military brat and all she asked for was for her father to come home. And as I sat across the street from her and I saw her blow out your candles I wished for it too. I wish that she would get her wish. I saw her open her presents, she got couple of magazines, some posters, nail polish, some hair extensions and a new phone. The window was open, somebody opened it. A young boy about 16, my own age, probably her older brother was standing behind her. I could hear her mother say, "Okay sweetie, close your eyes". Her brother put his hands on her eyes just make sure. Then the door opened behind them and came in a man in uniform. Her brother helped her stand up and turn around and face the door. He removed his hands and i heard her scream, she just jumped into this man's arms. Later that night I was back on the rooftop. I could now see even more clearly into their window as they had turned the lights on inside. They move the table back into the kitchen and they had pushed the sofa back. I could see all four of them sitting on it watching TV. The little girl had her hair extensions in and she painted her nails, I supposed. Her magazines were in front of her beside her new phone. She wasn't watching TV she was looking up at her dad and she sat there like that the whole TV show, just staring at him. Then I guess she must've fallen asleep because her dad picked her up, and took her away, supposedly to her room. When I went inside that night my mom made me tea. We sat down and she watch TV. I was reading a book. As I went to bed that night I thought of the little girl how she got her wish.